Love conquers all things; let us own her dominion.
Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.
Work while your strength and years permit you; crooked age will by-and-by come upon you with silent foot.
Art lies by its own artifice.
Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy.
Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.